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Unstable
The pain is there
Conjured from the dark recesses of the mind
Sometimes it’s just too much to bear
While others don’t see the war that is raging inside
The pain is there
Wounded and scarred
The mind is caught in the Devil’s snare
We are feathered and tarred
The pain won’t go away
We are marked and labeled
In infinite dismay
People snark that we’re Unstable
Some days are better than others
My only wish is that we learn to lift up each other
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